Our first stop on last weekend's trip to DC was Arlington National Cemetery. If you've never been, it's really worth a visit. It is such a humbling and overwhelming place. Row upon row of white headstones marking the graves of the brave ones who have fought for freedom.
The crowning glory of Arlington is the Robert E. Lee home, which stands on a high bluff overlooking DC. I had never noticed before our visit this past Memorial Day, but there is a very important symbolic connection between the fact that Arlington National Cemetery, which occupies the land once owned by the Lee family, is connected directly to the Lincoln Memorial by the Arlington Bridge. It is a visual representation of national healing and reconciliation following the Civil War.
The Robert E. Lee home was undergoing extensive renovations when we visited. They are in the process of restoring and upgrading such items as the windows (to remove lead paint) and the interior heating and cooling system.
We started looking out for tombstones with our children's names on them. Yes, a curious past-time, I know. We knew it shouldn't be too difficult since both of our boys' first names are surnames.
We spotted a Fletcher, my maiden name. No Genevie though.
Goofy picture at dinner the first night. We ate at a great little Mexican joint near our hotel.
The kids loved the hotel, probably most of all for its TV.